They had two more nights in paradise and like everyone else who was visiting here they too wanted to make this their permanent home. Who wouldn’t when every evening is filled with cool breeze from the sea, oversaturated sunset colors making the sky look like a Technicolor motion picture and restaurants at the edge of the beach where the ocean just about touches your feet as you nibble away at fresh seafood that all have some form of coconut in them? Yummy!
They sat at the table farthest from the shack and closest to the waves, she had developed a fondness for the sea water tickle me, tickle me not possibility. They just ordered a hearty meal with his favorite prawns and her favorite calamari and of course, beer. Beer is what brought them together in the first place. It was love at first pint! They clinked their mugs that are glowing in the candle light and sipped away as they waited for dinner to be served.
He began to drift away slowly and took his phone out to scroll the shit out of it. She was feeling naughty and called out to him. Without lifting his head, but promptly, he responds with a “What?” She doesn’t reply, she wasn’t going to reveal her secrets until she had all his attention. She calls his name a few more times and gets him to lay his eyes on her to see that she was pulling her blouse down all this while to exhibit the soft skin of her cleavage. He smirks and puts his head back down to his phone and starts whining about the mosquitoes and starts fidgeting with his feet and legs, kicking and ploughing.
Her disappointment turns to an elaborate eye roll and she proceeds to release her finger from the blouse and plonk comes his foot on her chair and his toes trying to squirrel their way to her crotch. She looks up at him in disbelief and he’s got his eyes and a smile waiting to make contact with hers and he says, “Sorry.” She traps his foot in place with her thighs and say’s “I’m not.”
Moral of the story: Love is supposed to be playful.
aniShism 